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Dance, Monkey!

You exist for my entertainment. Some of you are great eye candy. Some of you can deliver a line with such conviction that you bring tears to my eyes. Some of you can scare the crap out of me. Others make me laugh. But you all have one thing in common, you only have a place in my world to entertain me. That’s it.

You make your living pretending to be someone else. Playing dress up like a retard*. You live in a make believe world in front of a camera. And often when you are away from one too. Your entire existence depends on my patronage.

I’ll crank the organ grinder; you dance.

I don’t really care where you stand on issues. Honestly, your stance matters far less to me than that of my neighbor. You see, you aren’t real. I turn off my TV or shut down my computer and you cease to exist in my world. Once I am done with you, I can put you back in your little box until I want you to entertain me again.

And you? Really? I’m supposed to care what the director of fluffy tripe made for gullible people thinks of those who realize global warming is a scam? Get back into your bubble. I’ll let you know when I’m in the mood for something blue and shiny.

Make me laugh, or cry. Scare me. But realize that the only words of yours that matter are scripted. I might agree with some of you from time to time, but it doesn’t matter. In my world, you exist solely for my entertainment.

So, shut your pie hole and dance, monkey!

*that’s a reference to a quote and not a commentary on the mentally impaired. I’d never use that term for someone who didn’t choose to be mentally impaired. But some people make the choice to not use their mental faculties and are voluntarily slow. For those, the term is appropriate.

I think that may be my favorite line that I’ve read anywhere in my entire life! From now on, everytime I see a Hollyweird actor making a political comment, I’ll be yelling this at the screen, whether it be computer or television.

Superlative post Jennifer. Tam had a recent post about TSA procedures for “service monkeys” at airports. I hereby make a formal motion that Hollywood folk should hereafter be referred to as our “Entertainment Service Monkeys,” by normal people. Do I hear a second?

Our British entertainers are much the same. It is an occupational disease.

I have known a number (not the big stars) and the thing to remember is that actors in particular occupy a world just off-centre from the dimension the rest of us inhabit.

It is part of their nature – and what makes it possible for actors to act well – but the circumstances of the theatre, the movie or TV set all combine to put up a semi-transparent wall between them and reality.

Actors at least have to be able to engage sufficiently with people to create character, but pop stars? Don’t get me started, just remember that uncontrolled ego leads to cognitive dissonance.

Wow! I missed this the first time. Just read it perusing some categorized posts.

This should be posted at the top of every “entertainment” website. As a reminder.

We don’t watch sports, nor commercial TV (I hate commercials every 5-8 minutes in a show). Some months we don’t even turn the TV on to watch the occasional rented DVD. And don’t miss it one iota. Life has too much reality going on to bother with blather.

Robert Heinlein had as one of the marks of “the crazy years” that we consider athletes and entertainers to be people of importance who should be listened to on matters of public policy.

They’re not. They exist for entertainment. If they have any knowledge and wisdom beyond that it’s pure coincidence. Actors play pretend for money. Athletes grunt and sweat for money. Ability in either of those fields is meaningless in terms of public policy.

I care very little what athletes and entertainers have to say on public policy. And the very little bit that I do care is not because of them, but because of all the _other_ idiots that think that what they think and say matters.